what of

we're in us darkly
there were certain numbers
upon a time licked knifey
tongues got it up sharply
incomprehensible nougat
cryptic down the street
steering side to side no
it wasn't that there anymore
more like what's gnawing
in secluded coats of throat
hyperventilating like a breeze
where catch a cold catches on
releases nozzle relapses windows
does what we'd really like to do
in our birthday suits